Split Sky Rider

"I, I...I'm coming!"

Chen Fei looked sad and had no choice but to agree.

The word "no" dares to pop out from between the teeth, I'm afraid I will have to lie here tonight.

In the end, you still can't escape the fate of paying your debts with your own body.

"Hahahahaha, that's enough, good brother, I, Chekov, will take care of you from now on."

The ferocious expression that was about to eat someone suddenly changed. Chekov burst into laughter and patted Chen Fei on the shoulder boldly, as if he had no intention of pursuing it from the beginning.

Everyone who had lifted up their hearts breathed a collective sigh of relief and smiled one after another, and the atmosphere at the scene returned to a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere.

"Chekhov, if, if nothing happens, I'll leave first."

Chen Fei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and prepared to leave.

"Don't you want a drink? Come on, come on, Wu Song passes Jingyanggang, don't even think about leaving after three bowls!"

Big Bear pressed Chen Fei down on his seat with one hand and called the bartender to order a dozen of the freshly prepared "Nuclear Setting Sun".

Just one glass of wine and your putt will fly. After two ounces, the barrel will roll to 720 degrees. What an aviation person you are if you don’t know how to drink. If the Air Force needs your drinking capacity, why not lie down with half a glass of beer? ghost? !

Thinking about how the "air scalpel" came about back then, it's tradition, there's nothing wrong with it!

After the meeting wine is finished, the registration wine is finished, the registration wine is finished, and the preview wine is finished, the preview wine is finished, and the review wine is finished, and the review wine is finished, and the interview wine is finished... tons, tons, tons.

These drunkards can always come up with all kinds of ingenious reasons for drinking. One, two, three, four, do it again.

Wu Song was afraid that the waiter at a black shop at the foot of Jingyanggang Mountain would make him angry, so he had to beat someone to death to pay for it with his life. The unlucky tiger became a punching bag. He was such a fishing law enforcement officer, but he was beaten to death by Wu Dutou, the captain of the county security brigade. , in exchange for fame and fortune, and high IQ and EQ.

Chen Fei didn't know how he left the "Medusa's Color Contact" bar. When he fully recovered and opened his eyes, he found that he was already lying on the bed in the dormitory, with the alarm clock ringing in his ears. beep.

The cocktail "Nuclear Sunset" was so strong that it gave me a splitting headache when I woke up, and the memories of last night began to come back to me like a flood.

The AK-47 automatic rifle that Chekov, the squadron leader of the "Zhenxiang" combat squadron, lent to him for self-defense inexplicably became dilapidated. For Chen Fei, a millionaire, such an antique worth millions of stars Of course, you can't afford to pay for a famous gun. It costs money and your life.

It seems that he was not beaten next. The two sides talked about it. Well, in the end, they were tricked by the big bear. What a ghost pilot, do you really think that the extremely ferocious killing dragon is a kitten or puppy?

Damn it!

I drank a few cocktails forcefully, and was so confused that I couldn't help but dance with the demons. Then I carried an AK gun on my back and stumbled to the canteen next door. I didn't know what to do with Chef Abel. After saying something, the other party seemed to be shedding tears and reluctant to leave... Hiss! ~~, let me go, I am straight, not crooked, and I will never have sex with Abel.

Um! It's for the birds, my own birds. Bah, this bird has hair. Bah, bah, bah, as long as it is a bird, can it not grow hair?

It can fly, yes, it can fly!

But where did it fly to?

The memory returned here, and Chen Fei's brain went blank. In the end, he was still drunk.

"Chirp!~"

The clear and childish chirping of birds rang in my ears.

Something seemed to move above his head. He looked up and saw a small, pointed beak.

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This time I finally saw clearly, my bird was still there.

Chen Fei breathed a long sigh of relief and regained some memories.

It had only been a day since he had entrusted the baby bird to Chef Abel, but the Gallic gentleman had actually developed feelings for him. When he took the baby bird back, he actually showed a sad expression about the separation.

whispering sound! The tears of a Gallic man are worthless.

"He can actually fly, it's time to give him a name!"

Chen Fei stretched out his hand to catch the baby bird that had occupied part of the pillow above his head for some time.

"Chirp! Chirp!"

The baby bird chirped a few more times and let him hold it in the palm of his hand without warning, looking up and down and left and right.

It's only been a day since I saw it, and the flight feathers on its wings are a little tougher, but I still don't know what species it is.

Since the frequent exchanges between the Sky Realm and the Blue Star Realm, many hybrid species have inevitably appeared in the various creatures of the two realms. There has not been the large-scale reproductive isolation that biologists expected, but instead the creatures of the two realms have become more diverse. Sex is becoming more complex, and new species are appearing frequently. It's hard to say whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.

Even between the human races of the two worlds, there is no reproductive isolation, and there is some homologous connection in the DNA sequence. This provides a strong basis for the "Great World Tree Conjecture", a more advanced study of the "Dimensional Membrane Theory".

"How about you call me chicken? Chicken chicken?"

Chen Fei smiled evilly for a while, and finally shook his head, giving up this name that was full of bad taste.

Just in case you need to look for it, ask someone when you meet them, have you seen my little a**?

With such shameful words, I am afraid that I am not going to be regarded as a pervert.

"Chirp!"

The baby bird still screamed stupidly, unaware that it was almost given the same name as the little cousin of Tyrannosaurus Rex.

"If you love chirping so much, let's call him Xiaojiu! You won't object, right? Xiaojiu!?"

Chen Fei asked the baby bird in his hand very seriously.

Sure enough, it didn't say no.

Then I decided happily, Xiaojiu!

"Chirp!"

After hastily washing up and feeding a few mealworms to the little girl, Chen Fei took two pieces of bread from his backpack, put the little bird on his shoulder, and headed to the hangar to work.

Now I can fly twice in the dormitory, and there is no need to carry it in the bird's nest.

The backpack full of bread given by Shen Fei was enough to save him several days of food expenses.

At this juncture, mosquitoes, no matter how small they are, are still flesh and they gather together to form a tower. Every little bit can be saved.

As soon as he entered Hangar No. 1 and saw Xiao Ji's tall and slender back from a distance, Chen Fei shrank his neck and involuntarily slowed down.

I was captured by Chekov's men, so I don't know if that counts as a betrayal of the mechanic team.

Thinking about Ji Shang's fists which were no less powerful than those of a big bear, he couldn't help but feel guilty and panic.

The baby bird standing on the shoulder chirped a few times.

Hearing the crisp chirping of birds, Xiao Ming turned his head and saw Chen Fei.

"Xiao Chen, come here."

"Oh, I'll come right away!"

Chen Fei glanced angrily at the young bird squatting on his shoulder.

"Chirp!"

Xiaojiu is full of innocence.

"You're interviewing for Chekhov's pilot tonight? Do you want sugar?"

Xiao Ming poured Chen Fei a cup of steaming coffee in the container office of the mechanical maintenance team, and then pressed the coffee machine again, and the machine started running creakingly.

I drank too much last night and it is very necessary to wake up with a cup of coffee in the morning.

"No sugar, thanks, uh, tonight... indeed."

Chen Fei didn't know where to start. He really didn't know the pilot interview time of the "Zhenxiang" combat flying squadron, but he got a hint from the chief mechanic of the maintenance team.

The little Chiu standing on his shoulder bounced along his arm and reached his hand, curiously poking his head towards the coffee in the paper cup.

Although it has been able to spread its wings and fly, it still likes to jump around. Although it has rich wings, it still does not have enough physical strength to sustain a long flight.

"I mean, if you don't want to, I'll tell that guy Chekhov for you."

The coffee machine was finally ready. Xiao Ming also poured himself a cup of coffee, threw a sugar cube into it, and stirred it slowly with a small spoon.

"I...I do!"

Chen Fei originally wanted to say he didn't want to, but when he was about to say the words, he changed his mind temporarily.

The seven deadly sins in life are poverty! poverty! poverty! poverty! poverty! poverty! poverty!

Not having money is the original sin, being in debt is even more heinous.

After all, being a pilot is also a high-paying profession, and he had to bow to reality.

Emmmm...it smells so good!

"Is it because of debt?"

Even though Xiao Ji was tall, burly and muscular, his mind was very delicate and he accurately grasped the key points.

Chen Fei said honestly: "Yes!"

He doesn't like excessive consumption, he doesn't like being in debt, he loves hoarding, hoarding and saving. This is inherited from his ancestors and is still engraved in his genes.

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